Meanwhile, Middle Child is getting ready to leave for a several-week trip to Europe tomorrow. Europe! Has it really been thirty years since I visited myself? Anyway, tomorrow, after my doctor's appointment - just a routine physical, no big deal - I will drive him and his travel companion to the airport. It will be all I can do not to cry when I say goodbye. How will I survive his being so far away for such a long time?
Also, since Middle Child offered to let his younger brother drive his car while he is away, this afternoon I made the phone call to add newly-licensed Rock Star to my insurance company - gulp! At least I don't have to worry about where to invest all my surplus funds, ha!
Most disconcerting of all, Mr. Nice Guy, the fellow I have been seeing the past few weeks had major surgery today, very serious business. I was on pins and needles for hours awaiting word. I won't go into all the details for the sake of his privacy. but according to the text I received from his daughter this afternoon, he is in recovery and doing well. Big sigh of relief there.
I celebrated my 53rd birthday last Wednesday. My three children joined me for dinner at a local Italian restaurant; it was the first time we have all shared a meal together in ages. It was a wonderful gift. I am also enjoying the cool clock my mom sent me. It is featured in the photo at the top of this blog post; click HERE if you want to order one of your very own. The Thoreau quote below it was already on my wall; it has been my motto, of sorts. But after a day like today, I feel discouraged. I didn't make so much as a millimeter's progress in the direction of my dreams. The sad thing is I cannot even tell you where the hours went. When I woke up this morning, I thought I would be able to squeeze at least a couple of hours of writing; the truth is I haven't added a word to my novel since Thursday. Thursday! This is simply not acceptable.
So I am adopting a new motto. Write FIRST. Before I scribble my morning pages. Before I check email or send a tweet or log into Facebook. Before running or beading or playing the piano. I'm going to get up at 6, take the dog out, pour myself a cup of coffee (programmed to brew the night before) and spend the first two hours of the day working on my novel. Not a blog post or a book review or a letter to the editor. The rest of the day will be mine to spend as duty allows and my heart desires.
Yes, I have a busy life and many responsibilities. But the essential things will get done. They always do. Meanwhile, I will be going confidently in the direction of my dreams. As long as I write FIRST.